Modern poetry novella

I am a small river.

I am a small river,

I'm not trying to bypass you,

You have no intention of turning your rosy clouds into shadows,

Into my soft waves,

I flow through autumn—

In a gentle and sad way,

Put those golden valley shadows,

Put on your colorful clothes,

I flow through the winter—

Cai Xia lightly,

Put those cold-pricked snowflakes,

Get it off me,

I flow through the spring—

There are rosy clouds,

Flapping the sparkling soft waves,

Without taking away a cloud,

I spent the summer—

Helpless, I finally did,

The light in summer is sharp and the wind is crazy.

Broke colorful clothes, blew out the sparkling light,

I will dry up in the sky,

Printed on the cloak,

Your rosy clouds,

Unexpectedly, it is the same as the illusion of a colorful coat.